Ch. 1407 - The Bet & The Night Assault

The Chaos Casino was the largest casino in the entire Chaos Fire God Realm, and it operated under the protection of the Chaos Fire God Realm itself. Everything conducted here was legitimate and carefully regulated, so people could place their bets with full confidence.

By the time Xu Zimo and his companions arrived, the place was already packed. After the release of the Myriad Flames Ranking, the betting frenzy had multiplied several times over.

“How much are you two betting?” Zhang Hengzhi asked with a grin.

“Realm Lord, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Xu Zimo replied with an easy smile. “Bet everything you have on me. I promise you’ll walk away with a fortune.”

Hearing this, Zhang Hengzhi couldn’t help but frown slightly. Where did Xu Zimo get such confidence?

This tournament gathered the most elite prodigies of the Chaos Fire God Realm, young geniuses of extraordinary talent. Even figures like Shangguan Xian, hailing from other God Realms, were no slouches. Even Xiao Anshan himself probably didn’t have absolute certainty of victory.

And Xu Zimo, while clearly gifted and full of potential, hadn’t yet displayed power on that same level, or so Zhang Hengzhi believed.

Xu Zimo could tell what Zhang Hengzhi was thinking just from his expression, but he didn’t bother to explain.

Believe it or don’t, he thought. It makes no difference to me.

After some thought, Zhang Hengzhi finally sighed and said with a bitter smile, “Young Master Xu, I’ve trusted my instincts all my life, and they’ve rarely failed me. I’ll bet on you this once. If I lose, then it’s just my bad luck.”

Xu Zimo nodded with a grin and then shouted toward the interior of the casino, “Hey, waiter, come here a moment.”

“What can I do for you, sir?” a busy maid asked, hurrying over.

“Get your manager. Tell him I want to place a bet,” Xu Zimo said calmly.

“Sir, if you’re betting, please join that line. Our staff will assist you,” the maid explained politely.

“I’m placing a large bet,” Xu Zimo said with a faint smile. “I doubt your clerks have the authority to approve it.”

The maid hesitated, eyeing Xu Zimo carefully. Something in his bearing made the man uneasy, and after a moment’s hesitation, he nodded and went inside.

Not long after, an elderly man emerged from the inner hall and approached with measured steps.

“Young sir,” the old man said respectfully, “I am the manager of this Chaos Casino. You mentioned a wager?”

“Let’s find a quieter place to talk,” Xu Zimo replied.

The old man nodded, and the two entered a private chamber.

Half an hour later, Xu Zimo walked out again, the old manager personally seeing him off with a beaming smile and a deferential bow.

“You two finished betting?” Xu Zimo asked his companions.

Shangguan Xian and Zhang Hengzhi both nodded.

“Then let’s go,” Xu Zimo said casually as he left the gambling hall.

Once outside, Zhang Hengzhi couldn’t contain his curiosity. “What exactly did you bet on? That old man looked downright eager to please you.”

Xu Zimo smiled faintly. “I’ve destroyed a few imperial sects before. I just used their treasure vaults as collateral for the wager.”

Zhang Hengzhi’s jaw nearly dropped. “What a waste!” he groaned. “With that kind of wealth, you could’ve founded your own sect. Why squander it like this?”

“I bet on myself to win,” Xu Zimo said with a grin. “If I really do, imagine how much the Chaos Casino will owe me in return.”

Zhang Hengzhi felt his breath catch. That kind of wager, if Xu Zimo won, the casino might have to pay out more than his entire fallen Celestial Mortal Holy Lands was worth.

He could only shake his head. Xu Zimo’s way of doing things was beyond his comprehension.

“When does the Chaos Fire God Realm say the tournament begins?” Xu Zimo asked.

“Tomorrow,” Shangguan Xian answered. “By then, Young Master Xu, you’ll be famous throughout the entire Chaos Fire God Realm.”

“I don’t care about fame or rankings,” Xu Zimo replied, shaking his head. “How many slots are there for the Chaos Fire God Realm?”

“Three,” Shangguan Xian said. “The top three competitors will qualify to enter the Fire God Race’s Ancestral Lands.”

…

The group returned to their inn, where Liu Huohuo had already booked rooms for the disciples of the Celestial Mortal Holy Lands.

“Be careful these next few days,” Liu Huohuo said the moment they arrived.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Hengzhi asked.

“We’re being watched,” Liu Huohuo said quietly, glancing around.

“People from Stone Flame City?” Xu Zimo asked. After all, that was the only faction he had openly offended recently.

“I’m not sure,” Liu Huohuo replied. “But it’s better to be cautious, especially with the competition so close. We can’t afford any slip-ups.”

“Alright, everyone get some rest,” Xu Zimo said with a wave of his hand. “We’ll be fine.”

Each person retreated to their own room.

Xu Zimo sat cross-legged in meditation. The moon disappeared behind clouds, and the night deepened into pitch-black silence. The once-bustling streets outside slowly fell quiet.

But near the inn, several shadowy figures lingered, more than a dozen men in black robes, hidden in the dark corners.

“Lord City Master, shall we make our move?” one of them whispered.

“Send someone to test him first,” came a cold voice from the shadows. “Remember, kill only Xu Zimo. No innocents. Otherwise, the Chaos Fire God Realm will never let this slide.”

“Understood,” another voice replied darkly.

A figure stepped out from the nearby residence and joined the waiting assassins.

“You,” the shadowy leader said, pointing to one of them. “You’ll go first. Test his defenses.”

The chosen man nodded.

He stepped into the air and silently glided toward Xu Zimo’s window.

Landing lightly on the windowsill, he crept the window open and slipped inside.

Minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty.

Still no sound.

The men below frowned.

“Something’s wrong,” one muttered. “All of you, go in. I want him alive if possible. Dead or alive, we must confirm.”

“Yes, sir.”

More than a dozen black-robed figures shot up into the air and vanished into Xu Zimo’s room.

The single assassin who remained outside waited anxiously. Another ten minutes crawled by, still no sign of movement, no noise, nothing.

His expression hardened, eyes narrowing. He turned to leave, but just as he spun around, he froze.

Xu Zimo was leaning casually against a nearby tree, smiling faintly at him.

“You took so long, I got tired of waiting,” Xu Zimo said lightly. “I had to come down myself. Shame, it seems the big fish didn’t show up. Your city master isn’t here.”

“This has nothing to do with the City Master,” the black-robed man stammered.

“Doesn’t matter,” Xu Zimo said with a faint grin.

He reached out casually, and the assassin tried to flee, but it was useless. An overwhelming force pressed down on him, pinning him in place.

A moment later, Xu Zimo threw him directly into his God World.

“These should be enough to help me break through to Saint Sovereign,” Xu Zimo thought silently.

He entered the God World himself, where the dozen captured Fire God Race assassins now lay bound before Blue Man.

Mystical energy surged around Blue Man’s body, drawing the Fire God Race men toward him as if they were iron filings pulled by a magnet.

One by one, the assassins were consumed.

At that moment, the power of edicts manifested around Blue Man again, rippling through the realm.

Xu Zimo sat cross-legged, eyes closed, beginning his comprehension of those edicts.

As time passed, his aura grew stronger and stronger.

Above the skies of the God World, thunderclouds had already begun to gather.

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